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“So damn tight and wet.” He pressed his lips against my thighs.
“For you,” I exhaled shakily. “All for you, Daddy.” His finger worked in and out of my pussy while his tongue gave my clit attention.
I was racing toward a peak I knew I would never come back from. “You’re close,” he grunted and added another finger. The pain of him stretching me melted away into pleasure that curled my feet.
“Daddy!” I cried out when the orgasm didn’t just wash over me, it pulled me under. Wave after wave of sheer euphoria pummeled through me, leaving me a shaking sweaty mess. He pulled away. In the back of my mind, I could feel him pulling the ruined pair of panties down my legs. He stood and chucked his joggers off. Somehow, I managed to find enough energy to pull my body up with my elbows to look at him. I licked my lips at the sight of his manhood.
“Dash,” I gasped, unable to hide the slight tinge of fear of what I was looking at.
“I know I’m bigger than average,” he shared roughly.
“Bigger than aver—" My voice cracked. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was long and thick, so thick I wondered if my fingers would be able to touch if I wrapped my hand around him. I swallowed hard with anticipation.
I sat up and kneeled in front of him, completely oblivious about being naked. Why should I be? It was more than evident he liked what he was looking at. Heck, he hadn’t even wiped my essence off his face, his chin still slick with my honey. Despite having just come hard, I was starting to warm up with need all over again. Insatiable for the man in front of me after waiting so long for this moment, I needed to touch him.
“Dasher.” My hands grazed down his abs. His muscles clenched and constricted beneath my touch, and I noticed how his hands fisted tightly at his sides. His thigh muscles went taut when I reached his big girthy length. Yup. My fingers didn’t touch. “You’re so big,” I noted in a whisper.
I was completely captivated by the droplet of fluid seeping from his tip. I glanced up to look at him. His features were set hard and intense, and my hand faltered.
“Does this feel good?” I asked, unsure if I was doing it right. “I’ve never…” I started to say, but he hissed like I might have hurt him. Dasher panted. His chest rose and fell, but he nodded tensely.
“Too good.”
“Too good?” I knew how naïve and innocent I sounded. If my inexperience turned him off, he didn’t show it. His hand covered my wrist with a gentle grip.
“I don’t want this to end before we get to the good stuff, baby.” I felt myself blush. He leaned in and rolled us over until I straddled him.
“What are we—"
“I’m big, baby girl, and you’re really fucking tight. There is no way I would ever, ever fucking take a chance of hurting you.”
“I know.” And I did. I trusted Dasher Whittaker with every cell of my body.
“I want this to be good for you,” he gritted through his teeth. I understood what he was trying to say.
“You want me to ride you, Daddy?”
“Yes, honey. Fuck, yes. Ride me. Pop that cherry on my big dick,” he breathed, and I nodded.
Our lips found their way to one another. The heat between us was already simmering, threatening to bubble over. Before I knew it, the thick tip of his wide crowned head bumped against my slit. I rolled my hips back and forth in a rhythm that felt good. My slick wetness coated his length, and when we pulled away, our eyes were locked. I knew I’d never forget that moment. Our stare never wavered. I reached between us and held him at my entrance.
Then I started to take him slowly.
Inch by inch, my breathing unsteady. Until I felt him bump against the proof of my virginity.
“Dash,” I purred.
“Juniper,” he groaned, holding his body still. I could feel the effort it took from him not to rut upwards and break through what belonged to him. He wanted me to hand it over. “Give it to me.” His jaw clenched as his body trembled. “Pop that little cherry on my cock,” he ordered gently, and I did as he asked.
I dropped down, taking him all the way, breaking the soft barrier between us, and my body clenched tightly. I couldn’t help it.
Despite the intrusion and the slight edge of pain, there was pleasure.
A fullness that made me want to take more of him. He was so thick and long. He stretched me, molding my pussy to his length. When I gasped, he kissed me.
Hard.
Dasher swallowed my sounds, and I did the same with his deep guttural groans. Pain bloomed into pleasure a lot quicker than I could have expected. His hands gripped my hips in place.
